"We were fighting one day over something which I forget and then we took it outside. After a while, he decided to walk to the park to clear his mind and calm down like he always does. But while crossing the street, he got hit by a drunk driver. And he...he.." I say, tears falling down my cheeks. "The last thing I said to him was 'I hate you'" and I regret it so much. He was always there for me when we both got abused by my parents."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.
"I wasn't ready," I reply. He hugs me and takes my hand to help me stand up. We walk to our class and everyone's eyes were on me. They all know what SHE said to me.
"I'll protect you," Martinus whispers into my ear as we sit down. I blush and nod. The day goes on and I deal with all my classes.
As I sit down for last period, the teacher starts to talk about friction and tension, but I don't pay attention. I'm too busy thinking about what life would be like if I weren't here. If I would just be erased from this world. I'm soon interrupted in my thoughts by Marcus tapping my shoulder.
"Em it's time to go home," Marcus says as Martinus looks at me in a worried way.
"You okay, Em?" Martinus asks.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I lie. Wow. The first time I have ever lied. Why did it feel so good? We all boarded the bus and I finally got to go home. Another beating, another punishment. I run up to my room like always and cry. I don't deserve the boys. I don't deserve anything.
{TRIGGER WARNING SO DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE}
I walk into my bathroom. I've never actually cut. But I've come close. I doubt my parents would care if I was gone.
I pick up the razor, examining it closely. I close my eyes and drag it across my skin. Blood starting going everywhere. It feels good. The numbness feels good. I like it. I make a couple more cuts and decide I'm not ready to die just yet.
I wrap bandages around my arms and hide them under my sleeve. I usually hate pain, but this is the pain I deserve.
{TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER}
I walk back to my bed and start my homework.
Martinus' POV
Something is off. I can feel it. But I just don't know what it is.
"Hey bro, do you feel like something is wrong?" I ask Marcus.
"Yeah, but maybe we're just imagining things," he suggests, shrugging. I nod. He's probably right. Once I finish homework, I turn on my phone.
Martinus (M): Hey princess. What's up?
Emily (E): Nothing.
M: Same. Come over?
E: Can't. Remember? My parents.
M: Right. I'll see you in school okay?
E: Okay.
Read at 4:30 PM
Well, at least my princess is okay.
Emily's POV
He can never know what I did to myself. I can't hurt him. The next day I throw on a long sleeve shirt with ripped jeans. I don't bother eating anything but an apple for breakfast. I board the bus. Martinus texts me that he won't be on the bus because he and Marcus woke up later than they expected to. Well, that's okay. I don't exactly feel like talking at this moment.
The bus arrives at school and I leave the bus. Sierra and her friends walk up to me as I sit on a bench.
"Hey, freak. Where's your prince? Gone because you're ugly and fat?" she says, laughing. "What's with the long sleeves? It's not that cold out." She says this while grabbing my arm. I hiss in pain.
"Leave me alone," I state through the pain. I think she knows why I have long sleeves which is why she's digging her nails into me.
"Never," she says, smirking. "Why don't you just go kill yourself?"
That struck me hard. I knew it. I knew I didn't deserve to be here.
"Sierra, leave her the hell alone!" Martinus yells.
"And why should I do that?" she asks, smirking.
"If she kills herself, then so will I," he states.
"Why would you kill yourself for this loser? You're handsome and totally deserve me instead," she replies.
"Because I love her."
A/N
Uhhhhh WHATTTTT? DRAMA! Okay, I'm posting the long chapter today because I'm nice. I'll post one tomorrow and possibly one on Friday.
Also, I am not encouraging self-harm in any way. This is just a story I wanted to make. About a girl who was broken and a guy who just wanted to love someone. Anyway, please don't hurt yourself. Dm me if you need someone. I'm here <3
Also, I need someone to play the best friend (girl) of Emily. If you want to enter, just state your name and a little bit about yourself (personality). Also, share this story with friends and dm me proof.
I will randomly pick a winner.
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أدب الهواةI'm broken. I miss you. I need you. I love you. She's broken. She needs me. She misses me. She will be loved.
